I worry what we will all become
I worry for the sake of that if I were the beacon
That beckoned the light we would all be fucked
Crockery you salandariously said
You are the best instead
You choked me besides my bed
Laid wonderful waste to my waist
Cried crocodile and sincerely shed
Xenophile similarities we tread
You hope for your sake
The Pope is fake I said
We bickered, laughed and cried
And I wish to the All
We were meant to be
Hindsight and I treated you so badly
While you treated me so kindly
But that isn’t the black and white of it
Or the grey taste of it
My boneless brain or monstrous mind
Homeless on a train before I see catastrophe behind
Benefactorless I see this was always to be
Always meant to be.
Yet I will always love you
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